#desiredprince

[tr4umaborn]

louis when the girls are fighting: i just want to read my book in peace

[sonataforsybelle]

[ OFFER. ] 

[ OFFER. ]  after noticing the receiver hasn’t fed in a few days / weeks, the sender offers to let the receiver feed from them.

Benji usually reminded her to feed, but Benji was busy nights upon nights with the radio broadcasting, sometimes with her on the piano.

Armand never failed to nudge her to when whatever musical experiment she'd been fixating on had sent her into a rabbithole, but Armand had been more than busy with every vampire congregating to Trinity Gate. There was simply no time to make sure the fledgling was feeding, and well, with the young ones dying left and right no one was particularly keen on letting her outside alone to hunt anyway. It was known ; Sybelle needed to be protected, Sybelle tended to get lost or forget where she was.

Between her frantic piano playing, the mayhem happening inside the home, her very own distress at seeing a real vampire dismemberement, Sybelle simply had neglected her thirst.

Now that the situation was resolved and that the core was safely inside Lestat, she found herself simply too overwhelmed and exhausted to hunt by herself. She was thinking of finding Armand, when Lestat -- newly Prince Lestat, really -- kindly offered to drink from him. Sybelle was touched by the attention ; you didn't offer that to any young one. It wasn't, however, a light decision to take. It would make her significantly stronger, significantly less human, even if Marius' blood had made her very strong for a young one already. Was it wise ? Sybelle gathered Lestat knew better, and her thirst was screaming for her to take the blood anyway. Lestat's blood.

"I'm honored you would offer," she said softly, and was reminded of the night she was turned without Armand's knowledge and approval. That was what was holding her back.

"I'd just like to let Armand know, first."

[silntfangs]

                  HE   HAD   ONLY   EVER   FELT   A   PRESENCE   LIKE   THIS   ONE   once   before.   An   older   presence   that   made   him   shudder.   He   never   liked   feeling   it   when   he   was   around   the   video   store,   a   heavy   one   that   suffocated   him.   It   brought   him   back   to   memories   he   wished   he   could   forget,   but   Max   made   sure   he   didn’t.   He   couldn’t.   Observant   eyes   found   the   figure   that   held   such   a   high   presence,   and   he   wondered   if   the   stranger   felt   something   similar   about   him.   Despite   the   busy   boardwalk,   it   seemed   as   if   they   were   the   only   two   standing   there.   Curiosity   got   the   better   of   him,   “   Are   you   new   in   town?   ”   rather   blunt,   but   at   least   his   voice   was   light. @desiredprince

[miercolaes]

❤️❤️

oh so basically we have wednesday who has a functional family but chooses to be alone and lestat whose backstory is tragic tm who wants to not be alone. this should work out, it's a mess and i'm here for it. imagine the angst they're capable of!!! 10/10 will bother u in private

[chateautangerine]

@desiredprince asked: "Would you like to go out to lunch sometime?"

It's fast-approaching noon. Cliff stands outside a Chinese half-herbal, half-rental store, his left hand brandished with a plastic bag full of ginger and Tiger Balm, a set of VHS tapes.

A firetruck wails down the street and the wind blows. Cliff's hat blocks the sun, and he still squints against it. "When?" he asks, finally stirring. "Right now?" Something like awareness goes off behind his eyes. It begins to dim, and Cliff is soft-spoken, bedroom quiet. "I would."

Lestat is unexpected. He arrived unexpectedly the first time. He's been unexpected every time after that; none of it unwelcome. 

The wailing fades, and Cliff gazes up a third-story window. "...I was waiting for when someone would ask me that."

[damienstoker]

𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, sat an abandoned meat packaging plant. the factory has been shut down for many years, the meat hooks left to rust. the factory was condemned to be torn down in two years. the building will become a pile of rubble, all history inside would be lost to the passage of time. it was a playground for those who were up to no good.

the basement of the plant was dark, illuminated by a faint glow of candlelight. crimson puddles littered the floor, amongst the candles, sigils painted in blood and disregarded limbs. a large hook sat dormant, in front of what appeared to be damien taylor. his usually tense muscles, slicked back as he held a trembling blonde woman in arms.

"𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦- 𝘪 𝘥𝘰��'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦." the woman pleaded, hands desperately gripping onto the grimey shirt damien wore.

"𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." the man responded. he raised a hand to brush back a piece of her hair, soaked by her own tears.

the speech pattern was not his own. damien's body was invaded by a being that belonged to the hells, akuji. the room smelled of rotting flesh and was as hot as standing in direct hellfire.

"𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒆𝒕. 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆."

with a quick swing of his arms, he hooked the body upon the rusty hook. the hook piercing through their stomach in one quick motion. the woman cried out in agony, her eyes full of tears squeezed together as they hoped for a better end to her story.

the vessel's lips parted as if they were going to say something, only to be interrupted. they had a witness. not just any witness, damien's boy-toy.

"𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒛 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕?" (you like to watch, mister lestat de lioncourt?)

he turned on his heel, facing the stairway to the upper level. the vampire stood in all of his glory, looking upon the bloodbath with new eyes.

"𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, '𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕'?'"

the door behind lestat slammed shut with an ear shattering boom. the vampire was now trapped with the creature who possessed his lover.

[soughtknowledge]

@desiredprince liked for a starter !

COPIOUS AMOUNTS of alcohol . that'll help . or at least she thought it would , but the restaurant , the smell of the food , the PEOPLE . he decides sitting at the bar instead of a table might help , so the rye comes with him as he swoops down onto a barstool not particularly gracefully . her elbow knocks that of her neighbor's and she tilts her head . ❝ sorry , chap . ❞ lithe fingers hold up his glass . ❝ you know how it is . ❞

[winterbeheaded]

@desiredprince ˡᶤᵏᵉᵈ ₓ ˚ .

❛ i dreamed of you l-last night ... ❜ she briefly closes her eyes , smiling as she remembers him in that way . ❛ it was sweet , you held me .. ❜ riley whispers , voice like ˢʸʳᵘᵖ . ❛ i wish i c-could go back . ❜

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ you made me look so naïve. ❞ chin tilts up ever so slightly, jaw clenched as she speaks to @desiredprince.

[sanguilta]

eyebrows   raised   in   sheer   amusement.   the   boldness   of   the   other   to   sound   so   entitled,   hurt,   when   louis   was   more   than   aware   that   lestat   himself   wasn't   exactly,   only   his   (   in   many   ways,   he   was,   in   the   ways   that   mattered   anyways   ).   perhaps   it's   the   confidence   he   carries   now.   aware   of   what   he   likes   and   what   he   wants,   or   just   the   magnetism   of   being   a   creature   of   the   night   lure   people   to   him,   and   how   they   speak.

  flirt.   endless   hours   of   talking   and   empty   promises   and   louis   ends   up   going   home   everytime.   "he   offered   me   a   drink.   i   was   raised   to   be   polite.   couldn't   refuse.   .   .a   drink   turned   into   two,   and   three."   he   chants   up   the   numbers,   leaving   shoes   by   the   door   as   eyes   lock   with   lestat's.   "that's   all."

@desiredprince asked: “were you with him?”  ---

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I was a ballerina in Russia up until the point that I was turned by my maker, Abraham. To this day I deeply miss being on the stage. ❞ The closest that she was able to get was by owning several ballet studios across two continents and attending the premiere shows when she was able to. Still, it didn't compare to slipping into ballet shoes and passionately dancing across the stage, and the crowd before her silence with awe. She smiled sadly before looking at the fellow vampire. ❝ Is there something from your human life that you miss? ❞

♡ ───── @desiredprince liked for a starter !

[sanguilt]

@desiredprince asked: "Come to coffin, mon cher."

Eyes   shift   from   the   pages   of   the   book   at   his   hand   and   then   back   to   Lestat,   his   voice   drawing   the   younger   vampire   to   the   sight   of   the   inviting   coffin.   At   last,   claudia   had   been   on   her   own,   said   she   was   too   grown   to   have   the   two   of   them   rounding   her   about.   There   had   been   a   quiet   night   around   them   after   that,   routine   seems   to   have   them   both   on   a   gentle   trance.  

"Vous   essayez   de   me   séduire,   mon   chère?"   But   all   the   same,   it   does   work   to   entice   Louis   to   end   his   reading   sooner   than   anticipated   and   move   to   the   lid   of   the   coffin,   kneeling   down.   "I   do   not   like   being   beckoned   around."   Lies.   He   would   go   around   the   world   if   that   is   what   Lestat   wanted,   as   long   as   he   was   by   his   side.   Leaving   the   shoes   on   the   side,   he   steps   into   the   familiar   coffin,   the   facade   of   separate   coffins   one   neither   of   them   pretend   it's   needed   anymore,   only   for   the   nights   when   they   are   too   angry   at   one   another.

[consumare]

LESTAT DE LIONCOURT: ALL YOU CAN SAY ARE PRETTY LIES. 'and all you can do is point a finger away from your own ugly ones,' inspite of the venomous words that escape doctor lecter, his demeanor remainds polite, the air of a gentleman always surrounding him. to lie is to be human, hannibal thought, and then laughed to himself at the idea. humanity did not reside in him, any longer, but the illusion of it remains, if only so that he may convince others that he was not so different from them. 'what is it you're looking for, monsieur? a glimsp into who i am? what information is it you seek? perhaps i would be inclined to give it to you, if i receive something in return,' @desiredprince.

[miercolaes]

[ clean ]

she doesn't flinch at @desiredprince's touch. instead, she stares deep into the abyss, flashes of her deed coming back to haunt her. the little girl who wanted to cheat death would be proud of her, but also terrified. it's one thing to murder a foe in cold blood and another to torment the innocent in its last living moments. but the urges that took ahold of her begged to differ, as wednesday found herself losing control to a force she did not recognize. she became someone she does not recognize. everyone's words ringing inside her head, she was a monster at last. they said it long enough that wednesday finally believed it.

lifeless gaze shifted to look at lestat for the first time after committing the unforgivable act ; to be precise, it was wednesday who finds it hard to forgive herself, not others. ❝ how do you do it? ❞ she queries, longing for something she's not ready for yet. help. she's been running away from it since she was a child, back when she was more human than a monstrosity. ❝ living with yourself? ❞ she bows to reach for the cloth lestat used to clean of the blood off of her. a first step towards allowing someone to help her.

while her knowledge was vast, it had its lagoons. she had been too preoccupied in her living life to pick up on natural interactions within any kind of relationship ; and it might be too late to take the first step forward in her death-ruled life. obsidians are staring at him, begging for an answer to soothe whatever sentiment was torturing her. there was only so much wednesday could handle, even torture.

❝ i still see them, ❞ she uttered, taking a step backward, away from lestat. ❝ their faces and how they contorted as they screamed. their hands reaching out to push me away. their bodies after they dropped to the ground. ❞ it was all imbedded onto her retina and it was a trauma she was holding on so tightly. probably the most humanity she has ever showcased. ❝ how do you do it? ❞ voice raised in tonality, echoing inside the four walls he considered home. but she was desperate and desperate people will take desperate decisions. wednesday's not any different.

[ingolds]

@desiredprince

“ if i didn't know any better, I would think you're following me. ” it's said idly, placidly, without a hint of accusation or irritation. theo continues their walk down the path through the gardens, fingertips trailing over curled ivy and flowers just beginning to bloom along the arches lining the trail. a vampire tracking them isn't their favorite idea, but certainly isn't the worst one. “ or did you simply miss me? ”

starter call.

[damienstoker]

⛧ back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖. his chocolate hues glued to a journal filled with melodies. damien had been fine tweaking lestat's musical compositions since the early afternoon. the smell of citrus and cigarettes flooded the air. @desiredprince was awake and it caught his partner's attention. his large hands reached for his headphones thta provided background noise, resting the high quality device upon his shoulders. not bothering to pause the music, faint metal played from the speakers. damien stood from his seat, moving some notes aside into a pile.

"i think i'm almost finished." damien began, his actions slowed as he felt the blonde's arms snake around him. pulling him back into his chest. damien's heart fluttered and a warmth spread across his chest. he turned on the heel of his boot. now facing his temporary front man, his hand nestled against the other's pale cheek. always the tease, damien didn't lean in just yet. he took the moment to devour the sight of lestat. how soft his skin was underneath his thumb, how his fangs peeked from under his gentle pink lips.

"looks like someone got their beauty sleep."